A very good weekend

Last weekend (or was it the one before?) my parents came up for the weekend. I went into work early on the morning of their arrival to try and get some things done so that I could enjoy my weekend. When I came home it was a mere 7:30am. The cows were out getting the best early morning sun. I so rarely see our house in the morning light these days as it is usually wrapped up in fog. However when I got home I found this magnificent cow waiting for me. His colours were just so rich and patterened that he reminded me of a marble chocolate. I just had to snap him.

Mum and Dad arrived late on the Friday night and as you would know if you read mum's blog, we had pizza, homemade on the BBQ. The weather has been so balmy for winter that a few days before we'd enjoyed a wood smoked pizza at Michael's mother's on the Sunshine Coast and actually ate outside for dinner. Michael made the dough from hand and it gave us all a chance to indulge in that bad stuff that you're not supposed to eat too much of.

The next morning we were all awake early except Michael (what a total surprise), so we went for a walk. It was quite chilly and I think mum was hoping we would come across a good swamp or something to get her gumboots stuck in. All we came across was the herd of cows who were mooing like mad mothers because one was separated by her dawdling calf.

The next day we went to Spicers Peak, which is my number one favourite place to go for lunch (super duper indulgent). We kept it a secret from dad as a belated birthday present. The drive is fairly changeable, with barren flat countryside for a long distance close to Ipswich, then the country becomes more green as you pass the vege farms.
At the same time you become aware of a significant mountain range to the left hand side of the car, which turns out to be the cross country way to get to work (and our house) but comnpletely inaccessible by road unless you want to do it Sound of Music style. As you get closer to the far end of the range you start to climb and signs say lots of things about low gears, big trucks and steep grades.
Cunningham's Gap is pretty spectacular the first time you see it. Its also pretty amazing on the 9th and 10th time, which is about what it was for Michael and I. The road overlooks the whole valley that sweeps back towards Ipswich. In front, the peak looms overhead with a rough triangle on top that often disappears into the clouds. You can see it from work on a clear day.
When you get to the top of the range the vegetation almost instantly becomes alot denser and darker. The plants are rainforest like and the whole pass is enclosed by these huge old trees covered in vines and super green plants. In another instant it is gone and replaced with the gum trees from lower on the slopes and before you know it you are wondering whether it was a fabulous dream. (Once in feb we were travelling through the gap to go to Peak Lodge and a huge boulder had just fallen on the road, breaking through a guard rail and closing the road. It was the size of a small car and luckily missed all of the traffic).

At Spicers Peak we enjoyed a 3 course lunch with wine and a tour to the look out, which is the view in this picture. A long drive for lunch and a rather winding steep climb at the end up the 12km of dirt mountain road but it was well worth it.


The next day we ventured over the electric fence onto part of the property that Michael and I had never gone. Partly because we were worried about turning off the fence in case the cows got through, partly because the grass has been so long we were worried about snakes. The other day we watched a whole herd walk straight through the fence so we figured it wasn't working and decided to venture across.

Our property is known to locals as Bubbling Springs. We figured we found the actual source of the name, with a pretty section of the creek winding through the trees.

Heres mum looking for a way forward with Charlotte. The kitties like to come for

walks with us whenever we venture somewhere on the property. They are like two puppies, constantly stalking and playing with each other, and occasionally meooowing when they cant see us through the grass. They have taken to following us everywhere.


White kitty (Charlotte) is usually the worst and sits down whenever she's too scared to go on, but this time it was big kitty who got tired and needed to be picked up, having plonked herself down in the long grass. We got a pretty nice view of the property from a different angle and decided it would be a good shady place to build a house.



Later that same afternoon, emboldened by the trek over the fence (which gave us no new discoveries except what the past tennants did with their garbage), we took mum and dad to the hidden dam. We found the source of the cow vs electric fence issue. The cows had ripped the fence right off the posts near the dam and it was not working. They'd created a path through the long grass that had not been accessible last time I was up that way. This time we had the urge to follow the path 'just round the next bend' until we found ourselves in an even more hidden valley, cool and shady and quiet. I dont know whether we'd go there in summer, given the snakes (a guest saw another one today - its winter for gosh sakes), but it looked like a nice place for a picnic. Mum and Dad enjoyed the rest of their stay and we indulged yet again in something scrumptious for dinner with a pork and chorizo cassoulet.

I just realised that I forgot to talk about the Laidley street parade. for the Laidley show that we were lucky enough to see. Wait for it, wait for it, oops, you missed it.